People ask us what we're having when they find out we're pregnant. When we tell them it's a girl they have two comments:
1. "Congratulations!" - This seems like a normal response (that I've probably said to expectant parents in the past), but all we have accomplished at this point is sit through a 30-minute ultrasound session to find out it's a girl.
2. "Are you happy it's a girl?" - We've heard this one so many times, we've come up with our own Lawrence-style response, "No, not really. We were really hoping for a Muppet." It almost makes sense, but it gives people enough pause to be comical.
We've narrowed the field of names down to about a dozen. No, I will not share them now. So, when people ask the third inevitable question, "What are you going to name her," we have a canned response: Millicent. Are we being smart? Are we paying homage to a ancestor? Hard to tell....
1. "Congratulations!" - This seems like a normal response (that I've probably said to expectant parents in the past), but all we have accomplished at this point is sit through a 30-minute ultrasound session to find out it's a girl.
2. "Are you happy it's a girl?" - We've heard this one so many times, we've come up with our own Lawrence-style response, "No, not really. We were really hoping for a Muppet." It almost makes sense, but it gives people enough pause to be comical.
We've narrowed the field of names down to about a dozen. No, I will not share them now. So, when people ask the third inevitable question, "What are you going to name her," we have a canned response: Millicent. Are we being smart? Are we paying homage to a ancestor? Hard to tell....
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